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It’s almost 5 p.m. when we arrive in front of the building. Jacky is parking his moped in the yard. I’m surprised he’s home from work so early. I had falsely convinced myself that Londonians all left their offices after 8 p.m., every day of the week. “Hey, hi, Jacky,” Rosie calls out. “How are you, Rosie?” “Yes, very well! You’ve come home early. That’s rare.” “I’m tired. Last night was short and then normally I go out tonight with friends. Say, do you know what happened to Maddie? I haven’t had any news since this morning. I hope nothing happened to her.” He’s tampering with I don’t know what on his moped. He didn’t see me. I stay a little behind. Rosie gives me an amused look. “Madeline?” “Maddie, Madeline, whatever you want to call her. Do you know? She shows up without warning a
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